Randy Orton And Ashlynn

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For Ashlynn. Hope Ya Like It!(: 

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"Don't Be Nervous. My Parents Aren't Scary You Know." My Boyfriend Of A Few Months, Randy Orton, Said With A Reassuring Smile. "Well, You Had To Pick Christmas To Met Them. Besides, Your Father Is In The WWE Hall Of Fame. Who Wouldn't Be Scared To Met Someone's Father Thats In The Hall Of Fame?" I Ask Looking Out The Car Window. "My Dad's Really Nice. I Just Know He'll Like You." Randy Said Before Pulling Into A Drive Way. The House Was Beautiful. It Was A Two Story House With Blue Christmas Lights Around The Edges. "You Ready?" Randy Asked Turning His Head To Look At Me. "I'm As Ready As I'll Ever Be." I Said Before Opening The Car Door. Just As We made It To The Steps A Middle Aged Woman Opened The Door To Greet Us. "My Baby's Home!" The Woman Yelled Before Wrapping Her Arms Around Randy's Much Larger Frame. "Hey Mom. I Missed You Too." He Said Wrapping His Arms Around Her. After 30 Seconds She Let Go And Looked At Me. "You Must Be Ashlynn. Im Elaine." She Said Smiling Before Hugging Me. Soon After We Moved Our Way Inside. In The Corner Was The Biggest Christmas Tree I Had Even Seen. Randy And I made Our Way Into The Kitchen. I Look Around, Then Soon Find Randy's Dad. "Hey Dad." Randy Said Before Hugging His Father. "It's Good To See You." His Dad Said Hugging Him Back. "So Thats The Girl?" His Father Said Pointing At Me. "Thats Her All Right." Randy Said Smiling At Me. "She Looks Like A Keeper." His Dad Said Before Walking Up To Me. "Im Bob." He Said Before Holding His Hand Out. "Im Ashlynn." I Say Said Smiling Shaking His Hand. 

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"That Was Really Good Elaine."Bob Said Wiping His Mouth. "This Has To Be One Of The Best Meals I Have Had For A While." I Say Smiling. "Thank You Ashlynn." Elaine Said Smiling. "She Really Is A Keeper." Randy's Dad Said Smiling Nudging Randy. "I Know She Is." Randy Said Looking At Me Before Pecking Me On The Lips. 

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